More and more I see you stain your soulnGodless life, cartoons and rock and rollnFriday night-woo-put on yer red gownnAnd slide into the darkness on the edge of townnThe afterlife for heathens can be scarynSo I hope you're never crushed by something heavynnIn my mind, in ethereal spacenI see you under me with a melting facenRound and round until you're all but savednI had some kids and pressed it on them till they cavednSatan waits for you under my ChevynSo I hope you're never crushed by something heavynnI nurture my addiction on my new Dell laptopnBut when I pray, I can hear a little plopnI never said a word about the complicationsnOffice jobs, trials and tribulationsnThe afterlife for heathens can be hairynSo I hope you're never crushed by something heavy.